Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 640 | 2015-03-28 13:24:24 | 54.33 | 89% |
| 593 | 2015-03-28 09:18:26 | 53.87 | 88% |